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From the official toy love website:

Bride of Frankenstein
I’m lying in a hospital room
The air is dripping with impending doom
Now all these faces looking down at me
Readying me for surgery
They’re all saying it’ll all be sweet
I’ll be back on my feet in about a week
But I don’t hear a single word they say
My mind is several million miles away
I wanna be six foot three
I want a bride he said
Make me a bride he said
From one who died he said
I’m lying on an operating table
I don’t know nothing cos I’m not quite able
To see or hear or feel a thing
For my body’s not finished or functioning
They’re putting me together out of other peoples’ bodies
But I don’t mind and I haven’t got a worry
As long as they give me what I really crave
A viable alternative to the grave
I wanna be six foot three
I want a bride he said
Make me a bride he said
From one who died he said
Sewn up, so fine
Bride of Frankenstein
I’m lying in a hospital bed
Don’t know if I’m alive or dead
And is it really true or merely fantasy
That these so-called doctors made a monster out of me
I’m staring at a place where my body used to start
But it’s been made a guinea-pig to surgical art
I’m lying here locked in someone else’s skin
And heaben only knows the sorta state I’m in
And god I’m six foot three
I want a bride he said
Make me a bride he said
From one who died he said
Sewn up, so fine
Bride of Frankenstein

Sometimes the simple songs are the best. This one is a ripper. Visit raylamontagne.com for more:Trouble…Trouble, trouble, trouble, troubleTrouble been doggin’ my soul since the day I was born (more…)

   The Flight of the Conchords are up to the fourth episode of the HBO series. The first was made available online and there are also some behind the scenes style podcasts available. The song above is very funny and is available on the HBO site. Well worth a look, if that’s what you’re in to.I don’t know if this site will serve the video well or not – if not head over to HBO.HINT 1: right-click and set the quality to low if your connection speed is limited.HINT 2: if the video starts playing immediately, pause it and let the whole thing load before playing – it’s slow, but better watchingHBO have also made the fourth episode available in its entirety to those with the patience to download it. Can only hope the series comes to NZ, it’s refreshingly good. I’ve liked them ever since I heard Business Time…Their official site gives you an idea of their style. You can get tabs or visit them in MySpace.

So, so you think you can tell,
Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange,
a walk on part in the war
for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground,
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Like a bad William Shatner read, every word is its own sentence.
That presumes of course that there is a good William Shatner read…
Nonetheless. Must. Post. More. Often.

So here is Beck, yes the original Loser, so why don’t you kill me…
Lord only knows
Ahhhhhhhhhh!!

You only got one finger left
And it’s pointing at the door
And you’re taking for granted
What the Lord’s made on the floor

So I’m picking up the pieces
And I’m putting them up for sale
Throw your meal ticket out the window
Put your skeletons in jail
‘Cause Lord only knows it’s getting late
Your senses are gone so don’t you hesitate
To give yourself a call let your bottom dollars fall
Throwing your two bit cares down the drain

Invite me to the seven seas like some seasick man
You will do whatever you please and I’ll do whatever I can
Titanic, fare thee well, my eyes are turning pink
Don’t call us when the new age gets old enough to drink
‘Cause Lord only knows it’s getting late
Your senses are gone so don’t you hesitate
Move on up the hill there’s nothing dead left to kill
Throwing your two bit cares down the drain

Odelay, odelay, odelay, odealy odelay, odelay
Just passing through

Odelay, odelay, odelay, odealy

Going back to Houston
Do the hot dog dance
Going back to Houston
To get me some pants…..